Alastor's grin widened as his eyes narrowed, ears now flat against his skull.

"Don't ever say that again to me."

He could feel the flustered blush starting to tint his cheeks as red as his hair. With that, he teleported away, back to the relative safety of his room.

There. He knew where Angel was. The situation was back under control. The status quo restored. The spiders beneath his skin finally stopped their tap-dancing.

However, when he laid back on his bed, he still found it impossible to sleep. He groaned and buried his face in his hands as the embarrassed blush overtook him.